User blog comment:Nikolai Banks/Gangs, Tribes And Clans Of Redwall/@comment-4182858-20110721194338

Under a crimson sun, Captain "Slash" Ripplin stepped onto the shore, his cloak billowing in the sea-breeze. He breathed in the cold-air, and with a flash of steel, his scimitar was in his paw. "Feast yer eyes on yer new `ome!" His motley crew swarmed onto the beach, leaving their longboats to the tide with a roar, their blades glinting in the lowering-sun